You say you want the authorities to take action
But I don't believe you're genuinely concerned
You say you think the terraces to be closed down
But your son is one of us, so when will you learn?
Adrenaline's running high, and one's got nothing to fear
It's all part of the game; it adds to the atmosphere
We've got trouble on the terraces, on the terraces, on the terraces
Next time you see me running on the pitch
Don't forget I'm just the same as you
It's a split second gut reaction that is happening to me
It ain't 'cause I've got nothing else to do
Adrenaline's running high, and one's got nothing to fear
It's all part of the game; it adds to the atmosphere
We've got trouble on the terraces, on the terraces, on the terraces
We've got trouble, riots, aggro, now
Writer(s): Gary John Lammin, Stephen John Burgess
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